Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.